the inevitable mistake of project runway finalists

tomorrow is the final episode of project runway, season 6? 7? who knows...

all i can say is, as a hardcore fan, (one who watched the only episode of project jay and longed for more) i can predict with SOME certainty, what's going to happen.

before i go much further, i need to clarify that:

1. i love emilio, despite his seeming arrogance and how it seems to deepen his lisp. he's obviously the frontrunner and has the talent to back up his trashtalking.

2. seth aaron seems to be just another darker version of jeffrey sebelia--what with the striped dressed trimmed with zippers, the abundance of fitted leather jackets, and the tattoos, rockstar swagger, etc.
let's just hope SA doesn't leave his wife and end up trying to push his garage band on a future reunion episode.

3. mila is annoyingly overconfident and can't seem to get out of her black and white box.

with all that judgmentally said, anyone, ANYONE who has eyes in their head and has obsessively watched PR for the last 6 years knows, KNOWS that to ignore tim gunn's advice is to kiss your chance for success goodbye.

and it's so obvious that tim has either 1) prophetic skills 2) ninja-like trueblue fashion sense or 3) the producers in his pocket. since whatEVER he likes, is usually what the judges like. haven't they GOTTEN it already? hello?

SO. emilio (and mila) need to back off the "screw whatever tim says" train. or whatever wins emilio got this season (3? 5? who knows) will all go to Seth Aaron, who actually did prop his head up with genuine fear when tim told him to "turn it up. be you, but another level." meaning, throw out everything you have done for the last 3 months and start over.

ooh, can't wait to see tim's truth ride again.

what i sent kim

i'm so excited--kim of the fabulous blog anthroholic, posted some of the outfits i submitted onto her wildly popular site. here's the replay. everything is anthro except for the shoes.



oh, and this outfit: dress, mossimo (target sale rack), knit vest (forever 21), skinny jeans (rock and republic). as you can see, i'm experimenting with layering. i know i'm about 15 years late to that trend. i tend to be a little cautious.

window shopping in milan

chris and i flew in and out of milan for our honeymoon a year or so ago. just walking up and down the streets was a big revelation.

we were/are both VERY into fashion in general and project runway (we watch with a weekly group) in particular, so this trip was very very exciting.

we took pics of favorite items in the windows for inspiration and entertainment--and also so chris could show them to the tailors in thailand (where his grandma lives and he gets suits custom made for dirty cheap).

we also spotted a gorgeous male model strutting down one of the cobblestone streets, in a slim-fitting suit, slicked back dark hair and bronze highlighter swept on his chiseled jaw.

he was with some very average-looking friends (they walked on the sidewalk, he walked on the street level, and he was still taller than them), and when we were able to lift our jaws off the ground, we stared at each other in utter amazement. it was like spotting adonis himself.

sorry i didn't get a picture. really really sorry.

anthro crawl

what i wore to my weekly anthro prowl: white bigknit sweater (free people), river run tee (delette/anthro), white cords (j. lo), necklace (anthro), orange flats (vintage).

please see the items actually crawled through at www.anthrolife.blogspot.com

Lissette in plaid

her big dimples and girlish giggles along with the insistence on achieving multiple post-graduate degrees, make for a charming and enthusiastic presence. lissette is tireless, hard-working, and has a love for all things forever 21. seeing her always brightens my morning.

please notice--anything with pockets is cuter than anything without. even if it's plaid.

anthro prowl

on sunny afternoons, if i get out of work early, i head over to one of my favorite places in the world, Anthropologie. it's the quiet, woodsy, beautiful sanctuary i crave after the sterile, glaring chaos of work.
i love ducking into the dressing room with my name on the door (they spell it correctly, too) and modelling as many outfits as i can without being rude to the poor sales associates. when i hear the polite strain in their voices asking if i'm okay STILL, or i'm the very very last person in the store, i know it's time to pack it up.

kristen

kristen, one of my favorite co-workers is always so put-together.

she has that tall, elegant frame and wears everything well--boots with capris, tight pants and sweaters, even skirts with POLKA DOTS, which i hate.

i made the mistake of telling her that one day, in the midst of a offhanded and rather backhanded compliment (something to the effect of "i usually hate polka dots, but you pull it off pretty well...").

well, next thing you know, EVERYONE--all 10 people in the office were wearing polka dots on the morning i was back from vacation. it was a wall of human tackyness--i was seeing spots. she had coordinated a "welcome back, shelia" day. buncha smart alecks. couldn't help it--i snort-laughed for 10 minutes straight.

here she is in 1) animal print and her favorite watch, and then 2) head to toe black. she's so sleek and chic.
and despite the garish lighting, she's just so gorgeous.